You remember Tank, who we tossed in with Ryder’s Fleet last fall? Well, he’s now Ron Ron, and here he is now!
I mean…
So much stress.
Perhaps in time that boy will learn to relax. We can only hope!
(Thanks, Paul!)
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Sleepy Mary.
Sleepy Willie, Albert and Almanzo.
Charles was racing around like a crazykitten, and it made Albert and Laura put on their Floof Suits.
Caroline takes a rest.
It’s just a sleepy day, I guess.
Quite the judgmental face there, Charles.
The head tilt on Laura (in the box) is killing me.
“HI, Papa!”
Playing Slappy Paws.
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Archie has a smug because he caught a baby chipmunk yesterday. He’s a mighty hunter, all right. (I rescued the chipmunk and it was unharmed.)
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Previously
2018: Ohno giving Picabo the ol’ huggeroo.
2017: No entry.
2016: No entry.
2015: Little bit of the smug going on there with Skelton.
2014: Sometimes I have to speak sharply to him. “Stefan,” I say. “CALM. DOWN. RIGHT NOW.”
2013: “Did I already clean your ears?”
2012: It always seems to end with someone getting his or her face bitten.
2011: Out of control kittens.
2010: Corbett marches to the beat of his own drummer.
2009: No entry.
2008: I’m going to consider that progress.
2007: He always pretends he can’t hear me when I suggest we switch houses for the night, because he is a mean, uncaring sadist.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.